The quiet water of West Lake has ripples.

Endless ripples radiate from all directions.

Qiu Mucheng, who had already died of despair, suddenly found that his body, which was lying in the West Lake, had not sunk at all, but had floated on the surface of the lake.

The strength of the body is released from those ripples.

Just like that, she dragged Qiu Mucheng's body on the surface of the lake, preventing her from falling.

Qiu Mucheng was stunned.

She didn't know what was going on.

I only know that the scene in front of me was more strange than her worldview.

However, this made Qiu Mucheng's mood even more collapsed.

"Why?"

"Why don't you let me follow Ye Fan?"

"Why do I still let me live in the world and suffer..."

Qiu Mucheng burst into tears.

She originally wanted to be liberated, but unexpectedly, even committing suicide became a luxury.

"If a person is not afraid of death, why are he still afraid of suffering?"

When Qiu Mucheng was crying with pain, a deep voice sounded quietly.

I saw that there was an extra figure on the bank of West Lake.

This man was wearing a long gray dress, with a burly figure and a strong and majestic face, but he had a sense of vicissitudes of life.

It seems that he should be a middle-aged man.

Looking at the woman crying in the lake, the man waved.

Seeing the thousands of water droplets, they rushed out of the water and sent Qiu Mucheng back to the shore as if they were ordered.

Qiu Mucheng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a daze.

She is a woman with a strong sense of vigilance and is often wary of strangers.

However, for some reason, Qiu Mucheng not only felt any warning when he saw the man in front of him, but instead felt a sense of familiarity.

It's like, I've seen it somewhere.

"Who are you?"

"Have we met before?"

Qiu Mucheng still had tears on her pretty face.

He looked over with confusion and asked carefully.

The man smiled and said, "Although you don't know me, I know you."

"You are Qiu Mucheng, aren't you?"

Qiu Mucheng had tears on her face, and she looked confused like a child.

But the man had a kind smile on his face, like an old father looking at his daughter-in-law.

"Yeah, good vision."

"Phees are indeed the best choice."

"No one who lost me."

The man looked at Qiu Mucheng carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself.

Qiu Mucheng frowned, and became alert: "What do you want to do?"

The man smiled again and said, "Why? I just looked at death as if I were home, but now I am afraid of meeting bad people?"

"If you die in my hands, wouldn't it be your wish? You don't have to go to the lake and commit suicide by yourself."

The man's words made Qiu Mucheng unable to speak.

"Why..."

"You said you young people, you always seek death."

"That guy is, so are you."

"One, none of them can make me worry-free."

The man sighed, looking angry at his misfortune.

Qiu Mucheng couldn't listen to these words at all.

"Don't persuade others to be good without the suffering of others."

"You don't know what I'm going through."

"Of course I can't understand my feelings."

"If it's okay, please leave."

"My life and death have nothing to do with you."

Qiu Mucheng turned her head and didn't want to talk to strangers anymore.

But the man had no intention of leaving, and continued to shake his head and smile: "Treat?"

"What can I do at such a young age?"

"It's just the things that children love each other."

The man smiled faintly, and his words were filled with light wind and clouds.

It seemed that Qiu Mucheng's suffering was just sparse and ordinary little things in his eyes.

Qiu Mucheng ignored him.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not consistent.

For yourself, it is a big event that has fallen. For others, it is probably just a story that has nothing to do with you, so naturally there will be no empathy.

"The most painful thing about love is the separation of yin and yang."

"But if I say, the person you care about is still alive?"

The man continued.

This time, Qiu Mucheng's steps of leaving immediately stopped.

She turned around suddenly and looked at the other person with a surprised look.

Obviously, Qiu Mucheng didn't expect that the other party could guess what she was thinking.

Moreover, there was a surprising statement.

"Who did you say is not dead?" Qiu Mucheng asked again.

"Who else can it be?"

"Of course it's your man, Ye Fan."

boom!

The man's words were like thunder falling.

Qiu Mucheng was stunned immediately.

She asked the other party with a trembling body: "Who are you?"

"How did you know Ye Fan?"

The man smiled and said, "You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that I came here today to give you an opportunity."

"I guess you should understand the gap between you and Ye Fan."

"Even if Ye Fan is not dead, he is still alive. With your current ability and level, you are destined not to be with him for a long time."

"His world is the light of swords and sabers. His journey is the sea of ​​stars."

"And you are just a small civilian in the market, and you have no power to tie a chicken. What you see and hear is nothing but firewood, rice, oil and salt, going to and from get off work."

"You and him are people from two worlds now."

The man's words made Qiu Mucheng's eyelids gradually lower.

yes.

In fact, since Ye Fan became the Lord of Jiangdong, Qiu Mucheng has discovered that he is getting further and further away from Ye Fan's world.

A kind of inferiority complex that comes from the heart has long been with him.

Even if Ye Fan was not dead, Qiu Mucheng felt that it would be difficult for her and Ye Fan to come to the end.

People from two worlds will only have different dreams when sleeping together.
To be continued...